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Hey all...i just stumbled in My life has been at least to say interesting...and when i saw what all you others wrote i thught id give it a shot to. Its realy tuff to get it all to gether so plz exuse me if it might sound werid or wimpy i was born as a gentle and kind child..quiet but happy..things changed tho..at the age of 10 i started to play role games..getting up and cought in the ways of magic and such..exiting i thought , it was at the moment...Some years later i was forced to a summer camp...And my o my... such lovley girls..i was horny to say at the least...so i even followed them to church every week...there i found a loot of disturbing stuff As the year when by i guess i just whent whit the flow..untill one night not feeling all that tierd i was just letting my mind drift...when i feelt a suden jolt in the spirit...some thing was coming...and a split second after that i feelt my mind beeing riped at..images of creatuers and feelings of hate over came me..so fast and hard..i coud feel the deamons they where so real..and i was so scared..i coudent fokus..but some thing came to me as if a memory i called out to Jesus..just saying his name it took a while..i cant say how longe..time was hard to....well i feel a sleep totaly exauseded that was the first time...much has happend since then..i had some offers of power frome the evil side...but i know now that it cant be worht it and i have head the voie of God Its amasing tho...ive never feelt more power coming at me than i did at that night....and still the small panting of the name of the son turned them a way i am still so far frome God...allways trying to get out....but i still know God lives and the power belonges to him...there is no other way to be truly happy... he bings me such joy as i never feelt...and it keeps coming...even when im down i know that it doesent matter what i can se and feel..God rules (and he has a awsome set of humor) So if you are out there...feeling low or just empty..know this...drugs are patethic compared whit the cool stuff and laughts you will have whit God And by the way....the life of a cristian is allmost pure struggle to do what is right you shoud know that...its not a thing to be taking to ligty upon...But it is the coolest aventure of all times I promise Otto. age 20 

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From Gang Member to Preacher
Gary Lewis
Council Bluffs, Iowa
God worked a wonderful miracle in the life of a teenager during our 1995 summer camp. Pete had lived a very troubled life. When he was a boy, he witnessed his father commit suicide. He became homeless at thirteen, when his mother kicked him out of her house. To find acceptance, he became involved in a gang. When he arrived at our camp, he was bitter, confused, angry and lonely. Little did he know how drastically his life would be changed?

Throughout the week, the love of God reached out to him. On the last night of camp, God's Spirit broke through the years of pain and Pete surrendered his life to Christ. God wonderfully transformed his broken heart. When he returned home, his mother had again placed all his clothes outside the door and Pete went to stay with a friend. He began sharing Jesus with members of his former gang.

One day, as he answered the door, someone shot through the door and Pete fell to the floor. Although the bullets were fired at head level, they veered and hit Pete in the pelvic area and legs. Bones were shattered and extreme nerve damage occurred. He was paralysed in both legs and the doctors said he would never walk again. Because of the "permanent damage" he could only look forward to a life, which included crutches and a wheel chair.

But the Christ he met at camp was with Pete and one night at church God miraculously healed his legs. God called him to preach and he is now sharing the Gospel with those who feel hopeless. Thank God for His transforming grace!